AVENGING INNOCENCE

When Chief of Police Mike wallace responds to a 911 call, he finds two other officers already on the scene along with the dead bodies of Rob and Lindsey Greysen and their six year old daughter Sydney. After the crime scene is processed and secured upon leaving the scene they are met by neighbor Chad Allen; also a police office recently assigned to desk duty. When he informs them the Greysen's have another daughter a desperate search begins in an attempt to find the missing girl before its too late

ATTENTION: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED. FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE ALREADY READ THE ORIGINAL FIRST CHAPTER I URGE YOU TO READ IT AGAIN AS I HAVE CHANGED SEVERAL THINGS.
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"Who the hell put this on my desk?" Mike Wallace stormed into the
main office frantically waving the white piece of paper in the
air. "Where the fuck did this come from?" He demanded to know.
His face was burning red and his body shook with anger.

Erin sat cowering in her chair wishing she could make herself
suddenly disappear. If there was anywhere on earth she could be
right now...this was not the place.

"Sir, I um..."

"You what?" Wallace screamed.

He looked straight ahead directly into her eyes then took the ten
steps it took him to reach her desk. He saw that her eyes were
beginning to moisten and it was clear she was going to cry at any
moment.

"I um...I found it on my desk earlier. I um...I was," A shrill,
maniacal laughter echoed through the room.

"You found it?" He asked sarcastically. "What the hell do you
mean you found it?"

"I'm sorry." She mentioned, sniffing her nose.

"Your sorry...when the hell did you find it, actually.
And who the hell put it there?" His face was within inches of
hers and he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks, which
at this point he didn't give a damn. He needed to find out who
brought that note in. And he needed to find out fast. Could
it have been Chad Allen? He wondered. He hadn't been
home earlier when he was there. So where the hell was he?

"I don't know who put it th..."

"You what! What in the name of Christ do you mean you don't know
who put it there?" Wallace ran his hands through his hair nearly
taking a handful of it with him. His temper was flowing like hot
lava now and his body was beginning to sweat.

Officer Troy Watson who was a decorated officer was among the
other few officers in the room sitting stone silent, at their
desks. He had seen Wallace mad before but this was some serious
case of pissed off. He was almost afraid the windows would rattle
if he yelled any louder.

"Sir."

"Do you know who put this note on Erin's desk?" Wallace asked,
immediately turning around to face him.

"No...I uh..."

"Then sit down and shut the fuck up!" Watsons face turned beet
red from embarrassment and he did what he was told.

"There have been four of you sitting on your asses in this room
for nearly two hours now," Wallace began lecturing. His voice was
a little calmer, they all noticed. "Someone better be figuring
out where this piece of paper came from and who the hell put it
on Erin's desk." With that he turned away from Erin and began
walking away.

"What the fuck is this place, Mayberry?" He muttered.

"Oh, and Erin." He added.

"Yes sir."

"Clean up your fucking desk, and take the rest of the week off!"

As quickly as the tears came they just as quickly disappeared.
Erin pushed her chair away from her desk and stood up to face
Wallace's backside.

"Are you firing me sir?" She called out.

Before he could answer she walked around from behind her desk and
went to face him.

"Sir, I have been here for a measly two weeks, with no proper
training I might add, and I am going to make mistakes...whether
you like it or not I am going to make mistakes."

Where the hell is this coming from? He wondered.

Her eyes were crystal clear and he could see no evidence of
earlier tears. It was almost like she were two different people.

"That was my first emergency phone call," She continued. "So
excuse the hell out of me for being a little nervous. I had to go
to the bathroom. So the note was probably put there when I was
away from my desk." The tone of her voice was too
controlled...almost evil, he thought.

"You shouldn't have been away from your desk." He said just as
calmly.

"That was your first mistake!"

"What's going on?"

Everyone, including Wallace himself was thankful for the
distraction and turned to look at the doorway. Officer Kane stood
in the door frame with his hair mussed and his mouth gaping
looking at each of them wondering what he had just missed. From
the looks covering theirs faces it must have been something
pretty big. He decided.

"Nothing." Erin was the first to speak.

"That 911 call just shook me up a bit...that's all. Officer
Wallace here was nice enough to give me the rest of the week
off."

Smart ass! He wanted to scream.

She opened her bottom desk drawer and retrieved her purse.
Afterwards she got up from her desk and left. She walked straight
past Wallace making sure she bumped right into him.

"Excuse me." She said sarcastically then looked him in the face
and grinned.

Kane stepped away from the doorway and let her pass by. Everyone
watched as she walked out the door and down the street.

"Everyone get back to work." Wallace ordered and walked out of
the room with Kane following close behind.

They ended up in the break room where Wallace poured himself a
fourth cup of coffee.

"Why aren't you at the Greysen's?" He asked.

"That Chad guy came back looking for you sir. He said he'd stay
there until I got back." Wallace looked up from his coffee
suddenly interested in what he had to say.

"Go on." He urged.

"Nothing to go on with sir. He just said he wanted to talk to
you. Didn't tell me why and I didn't ask. Figured it was none of
my business. Anyway the reason I came back sir is because I found
something I thought might interest you."

"Well, what is it?"

"I'd rather wait until we get back to your office sir. If you
don't mind that is."

When they both went into Wallace's office he shut the door behind
them.

"Well." Wallace said. His patience were wearing thin again.

"I found this sir when I stumbled across the old cellar out
back." He handed him a leather bound book. "I had to pry the door
open but this was sitting on one of the old shelves. Looked like
it might have been a wine cellar at one time."

Wallace took the book from his hand. "What is it?" He asked
flipping open the dusty cover.

"Looks like it might be some sort of journal sir."

Wallace took a sip of his coffee and began skimming through some
of the pages. Although the book itself had several layers of
dust, most of the pages he noticed were crisp and legible. He
began reading one of the entries.

Its snowing again today. I hope it's enough to make a
snowman.

He came into my room again last night. I thought maybe he
was

finished with me. It had been so long since I have seen him.
I tried

to pretend I was asleep but it didn't matter to him. I didn't
need to be

awake for him to do the things he did to me. He just
preferred it that way.

I just hope I have the strength to stop him before its too
late.

I swear I wont let him touch her.

I 'll kill him myself if I have to.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed while he was busy reading
several of the journal entries. None of the ones he had read so
far had dates nor names on them.

"Any idea who this belongs to?" Wallace finally asked taking
his eyes from the pages.

"I didn't look through the whole book sir, but from what I did
look at there doesn't seem to be a name anywhere."

"Thanks, Kane. This might be all we have to go on for now. Well
that and this note I found on my desk."

Kane took the note that was being handed to him and read it.

"What do you think it means?" He asked.

"It could mean a couple of different things." Wallace began.

"Excuse me," Watson said poking his head through the door.
"Miller's on the phone. Said its urgent."

"Thanks." Wallace picked up the receiver sitting on his desk. "

"Yeah." He said into the mouth piece.

After a brief hesitation he said "We'll be right there."

"Let's go." He said to Kane. Together they quickly walked
outside, got into Wallace's cruiser and made the drive back to
the crime scene.

This time the drive didn't take quite as long as it had earlier.
The moment they pulled up to the house Wallace could see Chad
Allen and Tony Miller standing in the open doorway. Wallace and
Kane got out of the car, ducked under the yellow crime scene tape
that was surrounding the entire estate and walked onto the front
porch.

"Where's it at?" Wallace asked.

"We left it right where we found it." Miller explained. "We
didn't want to leave any fingerprints on it."

Together in silence, Kane and Wallace followed Tony Miller and
Chad Allen down the hallway and up the long flight of stairs to
the second floor ending up back in Nicole's room. On the right
side wall sitting on top of the rolltop desk clear as daylight
sat a plain white envelope.

Wallace walked over to the well arranged desk. After slipping on
a latex glove he opened the flap and took out the single sheet of
paper. He read the words which were written exactly in the same
way as the previous note.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Wallace asked to no one in
particular, shaking his head. Without saying another word he hung
on to the note and walked out of the room.

"Officer Wallace," Chad Allen called out. "There was a Erin
Talbot here looking for you a little while ago."